Time flickered, and it was already evening.

The remnant sun is like blood, the East China base city is covered with a red veil, and on the main roads of major regions, the warriors are endless, and they are all kinds of busy.

In the Times Arena, it was a little more lively than usual, if it was used to watch the championship match on Sunday, there would be more than 10,000 or 20,000 spectators, but today, the number of spectators has reached more than 70,000.

There is no other reason, a large number of people come because of Chu Feng's existence, and the strong are always awe-inspiring, especially after the news that Chu Feng's age is under 18 years old is exposed by some people, his fame is even greater.

Of course, this is also indispensable for the hype of the high-level of the Times Arena, and for those businessmen, this kind of opportunity can be very rare.

"Stand in line, don't crowd ......"

"The game started at 8 p.m., and now there are about two hours left, so you won't miss it......"

"Hey, hey, what about you, if you don't queue up in order, you will be blacklisted by our Times Arena......"

At several entrances to the Times Arena, there was a constant uproar, and now the number of visitors has exceeded 70,000, but there are still many people queuing outside.

For the Times Arena, it is no problem to accommodate one or two hundred thousand warriors, but those staff in charge of ticket inspection are tired like dogs, out of caution about the identity information and security of the warriors, some basic inspections cannot be neglected because of efficiency.

And in the betting area of the market, the odds on the winner of the round of the tournament list are quickly refreshed.

[Chu Feng: 2.33; Mo Jian: 5.68; Feng Yibo; 6.89; Qiu Congjian: 11.36; Yi Ze: 13.69; Zong Mingzhi: 15.69; Gu Tian: 16.89; Bai Yongfu: 18.96; Qi Zhengyi: 19.56; Bei Zijin: 20.35; Cai Yongxin: 23.88; Huo Haoran: 24.99; Yu Weiyi: 25.84; Guanggong: 26.84; Xing Ziqiang: 28.69; Jing Yixuan: 29.68; Xuanyuanjian: 30.99]

"I'll rub, how can the odds of the Chu Demon King be more than twice as much, isn't it too little." A third-level martial artist was surprised.

"Don't talk nonsense, there are still a lot of people waiting to bet behind, if you don't buy it, stand aside first." One of the staff members said angrily.

"Buy, I'm going to buy it now, well, help me bet 50,000 contribution points Chu Feng to win the championship!" The third-level martial artist hurriedly said.

The name of the person, the shadow of the tree, in the next time, most of the people bet on Chu Feng to win the championship, and the amount of bets placed by each martial artist is large and small, between one thousand and one million.

Of course, there are some people who like to play with fire, they only pay attention to the odds, hoping to get rich overnight, and even bet on some martial artists with high odds to win the championship, hoping to be an upset.

"I bought the ink sword to win the championship, and helped me bet 100,000 contribution points."

"I buy Chu Feng's 50,000 contribution points, and in addition, Mo Jian, Feng Yibo, and Qiu Congjian, each bet 20,000."

"I bet on Xuanyuan Jian for 200,000 contribution points."

"I bet Cai Yongxin with 50,000 contribution points."

……

Outside the betting area, Chu Feng showed a strange look when he passed by, but he did not participate in this betting, because a lot of contribution points have been consumed in the past few days, and there are less than 50,000 contribution points left on his body, otherwise, he is confident that he will earn a lot.

Now Chu Feng only wants to earn those 10 million contribution points, there is no need to queue up here to earn those 20,000 or 30,000.

Wanting to do this, he quickened his pace and walked towards the competition area, as it was almost time for the game to start.

"Brother Chu Feng, you are also here, did you secretly bet on yourself?"

At this time, a surprised voice suddenly sounded behind Chu Feng, and Chu Feng turned to look at it, that person was Li Xiangyang.

"Li Xiangyang, why are you here?"

"Brother Chu Feng, I'm still used to you calling me Xiangyang." Li Xiangyang smiled, and then explained in a low voice: "I personally came to bet this time, all to cheer you up, I believe you will be able to become the final champion, don't let me down." ”

Chu Feng's heart moved, and he asked casually: "I don't know how many contribution points Brother Xiangyang has bet." ”

Li Xiangyang just smiled, and then gestured a finger.

"10,000?" Chu Feng was slightly stunned, with only 10,000 contribution points, it was not worth Li Xiangyang's personal trip.

Sure enough, as soon as Chu Feng's words were finished, he saw Li Xiangyang shaking his head in denial.

"100,000?" Chu Feng continued to ask.

Li Xiangyang continued to shake his head, looking a little proud.

"Rub, it won't be 10 million!" Chu Feng was surprised, if it was 10 million, this guy would be too rich.

"How is that possible?" Li Xiangyang was speechless, looked left and right, and then lowered his voice: "It's 1 million, according to the current odds, you should be able to earn more than double, besides, there is a dead rule in the Times Arena, and each martial artist can bet up to 1 million under the list." ”

Although some local tyrants can divide their money into multiple shares to bet, that kind of situation is still relatively rare, if something happens. They will also be bankrupt.

"What about you, how much do you contribute to yourself?"

"No, I'm just passing by." Chu Feng responded lightly, did not talk deeply about this issue, and then chatted with Li Xiangyang for a few words.

The time soon reached eight o'clock in the evening, and by the time of the entry time, the number of warriors who came to watch the battle tonight had reached a terrifying 100,000.

It is worth mentioning that in the betting area of the handicap, Chu Feng's odds have also decreased a lot, and when the handicap is closed, it shows 1.35 times, while the odds of others have also increased by one or two times.

This kind of odds can be said to have refreshed the lowest odds for the champion of this year's Times Arena, so it caused a burst of complaints.

The Demon King of Chu really lives up to his name!

"Ladies and gentlemen, all the warriors from East China Base City, this year's champion will be produced tonight, please cheer to your heart's content and welcome the birth of the champion!"

"Chu Demon King ......"

"Chu Demon King ......"

"Chu Demon King ......"

As soon as the host's words were finished, many onlookers cheered together and directly shouted out the title of "Chu Demon King".

Obviously, before the game started, Chu Feng had gained a lot of fans.

Among the 17 players waiting for the competition, except for Chu Feng, most of them looked ugly, because when they fought with Chu Feng before, they had become a stepping stone for the latter to become famous.

Taking a step back, even if there was a 1 in 10,000 chance of winning the championship between them, I am afraid that the fact of being defeated by Chu Feng would be difficult to erase.

"Damn boy, I'll show you later, what is strength suppression!" Mo Jian sneered in his heart, he was very confident in his hole card martial arts.

"Anyway, today is the last day, and it's time to perform the real technique." A fourth-level martial artist with a sharp beak and monkey cheeks said in a low voice, a hint of cruelty flashing in his eyes.

"Demon King Chu, then I'll finish slaying demons today!" A contestant had murderous intent in his eyes.

From beginning to end, Chu Feng didn't pay attention to the performance of these people, he looked leisurely, waiting for the game to start.

Soon after, the list of the first round of the round of 17 knockout rounds was also announced by the host.

Chu Feng VS Huo Haoran

Qiu Congjian VS Xing Ziqiang

Jing Yixuan VS Feng Yibo

Yi Ze VS Guanggong

Mo Jian VS Zong Mingzhi

Gu Tian VS Bai Yongfu

Qi Zhengyi VS Xuanyuan Jian

Yu Weiyi VS Cai Yongxin

Bei Zijin (bye)